Spirit Of The Falklands chords and lyrics - NEW MODEL ARMY

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[Intro 1]
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[E][F][E][F][Am]

[Verse 1]
[E]The natives are restless tonight,
[Dm]sir[F]
[E]Cooped up on estates with
[F]no hope in sight
They [E]need some kind of distraction
[F]We [E]can give them that[F]
'Cause [E]they'd kill if they only
had [F]something to kill for
[E]They'd die if they only had
[F]something to die for
They'd [E]cheer if they only [F]had
something to cheer [E]for
We can give [F]them that
So [Am]it's [B]off to war we [C]go [Am](I could
[B]n't believe it)
Bring out all the [C]flags
(I never believed [Bm]it)

[Interlude 1]
Fight the good fight
[C][E]
[F][Dm]
[E][F][Dm][E][F]
[Dm][E][F][Dm]

[Verse 2]
It's [E]working like a [Am]dream, [Dm]sir[F]
Half the na[E]tion are hooked on the [F]bait
[Dm]Waiting for [E]the next victorious
[F]instal[Dm]ment[E]
We can give them [F]that
'Cause it's [E]no surprise that
[F]young men are heroes
It's [E]no surprise that [F]young
men [Dm]are strong
It's [E]no surprise that
[F]young men are foolish
[Dm]We'v[E]e known that all along[F]
Exciting [B]pictures on News at [C]Ten
(I couldn't [C5]believe [Bm]it)
Read [B]all the [Bm]crap on all [C]the front
[C5]pages (I never believed [Bm]it)
Fight the good [C]fight
[Am]Ch: Dead [A]men in the South
[A5]Atlant[A]ic
It's meant [Dm]to warm our h[G]earts
They [A5]think that [A]they died
for [Am]you an[A5]d me[A]
Oh [Dm]God, what a [G]farce,
what [F]a farce

[Interlude 2]
[E]
[Dm][E][Dm][E][F][A5]
[Dm]

[Verse 3]
And now it's the repeat[E]s[Dm][F]
Plugging [Dm]the Falk[E]lands and
[Dm]the Falkland[F]s' spirit
Show [Dm]the pic[E]tures again and [Dm]again[F][Dm]
Till the [E]next war comes [A]around[Dm][F]
[Dm]'Cause we'll[E] kill if we only
have [F]something to kill for
[Dm]We'll [E]die if we only have
[F]something to die for
[Dm]We'll [E]cheer if we only have
[F]something to cheer for
[Dm]That[E] is wort[F]hy of the name
Oh [Dm]yes the n[B]ext [C]war
(I never [A5]be lieved it)
See [B]the propaganda [C]in TV fiction
(I nev[Am]er believed it[Bm])
En[B]emies with horns an[C]d tails
Ch: There are [Am]dead [A]men in
[Am]the South At[A]lantic
It's meant [Dm]to warm our h[G]earts
They [Am]think that they [A]died for you and me
Oh [Dm]God, what a far[G]ce, what a farce
[F]There's [A]crippled men back
home in England
Doesn't [Dm]it warm your h[G]earts
They [A5]think [A]they fought for
peace and freedom
Poor [Dm]boys, what a [G]farce, what [F]a farce

[Outro 1]
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